Alright, you fuckers. Still standing here in this stupid fucking snow because of a bet. The ‘free hugs’ sign is mocking me. But you know what? My mind’s not on the cold. It’s wandering to last night, tangled up in my room with my favorite person. The way they taste when I pin them down, the sounds they make when I slide my fingers into their wet pussy before I even let them feel my cock. It’s a fucking art form, making someone come apart just with your hands and your mouth, watching their eyes roll back before you’ve even given them what they’re really begging for. Makes this whole pathetic ‘hug’ gig almost bearable. Almost. Now get in line or fuck off, I’m not getting any warmer.